First Love
Martin Bowes
My first love is belief in
The castles that I'm building
God, I'm glad to see you
Storming my cathedral
Remember me?
Remember me
My second is a scene
From Baudelaire's ravine
I emptied my oasis
Into deserts full of dreams
Remember me?
Remember me
My third is growing wild
In the gardens of our mind
I'd pick up roses silently
And hand them to a child
Remember me?
Remember me
Remember me?
Remember me
